Authors Note: Sorry for the delay, everyone.

Here it is!

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Abbi walked back to the motel in a mood worse than when she had left.
Castiel KNEW what she needed to know and apparently chose to be quite a stubborn angel about it.
And of course there was the comment he made about feeling.
Was it true? Could angels actually have emotions but just chose not to use them?
He was becoming more of a puzzle everytime she spoke to him. Would she ever be able to figure him out?
And would he tell her of her origins?
Entering the motel, she noticed that Sam and Dean had passed out sometime while she was absent, Dean on the bed half sitting up and Sam at the desk.
"Where have you been"
She stopped in her tracks and looked in Dean's direction.
With his eyes now open, he looked at her for an answer.
"I was just out walking.." She said, obviously taken by surprise.
Dean nodded his head.
"I think Im gonna turn in for the night"
She continued into her room, shutting the door.
Laying down on her side, the bed seemed to absorb her and she quickly drifted off to sleep.
Outside the room, Dean still lay awake. Thinking.
How was it that they got dragged into this?
Of course they wanted to keep the world the way it was, but with all they have lost and been through..hadn't they had enough?
Maybe it was just because he was paranoid by nature, but Dean had a feeling that Abbi knew more than she let on.
They really couldn't afford to wait any longer. They were like sitting ducks.
He got up from his bed, and walked over to the closed door.
The door knob was smooth when turning, but Dean couldnt seem to actually 'open' the door.
Looking around, almost embarassed, he saw that Sam still slept slumpt in the chair.
"Abbi?" He half shouted.
Dean started pounding on the door, which immidiently snapped Sam out of dream world.
"Dean...whats going on?" He asked, wincing his eyes.
"The door won't open!" Dean screamed back.
"Uh..did you try turning the knob?'" Sam said giving Dean a weird look.
Dean just looked at him like Haha very funny.
Sam got up and walked to the door.
Knocking on it lightly he called for Abbi.
"Abbi? You okay in there"
Suddenly a shrill scream came from inside the room.
The boy's heads snapped up and looked at each other.
In record timing, Sam tried to kick down the door, but was tossed back by an invisible force, straight onto his back.
"Sam!" Dean called and ran to his brother's side.
"I'm fine." He said, getting to his feet "But Abbi isnt"
"We need Castiel." Sam said with desperation in his voice.
"Agreed." Said Dean The boys turned to face the room and found Castiel already standing in front of it. Hysteria written on his face.
"What happened here?" He demanded.
"We don't know, I tried opening the door and I couldnt." Dean said.
"Did you try unlocking it?" Cas asked with a bit of mockery in his voice.
Dean just rolled his eyes."We need to get her out of there"
Castiel faced the door once again and slowely placed his hand on the doorknob.
A ghastly flash filled his mind.
A dark figure, with a monsterous voice.
"Dante." He whispered.
"Who?" Dean asked.
"Dante. He's causing this"
"Alright. Well who is he then?" Sam questioned.
"Assuming the demonic order still has some kind of stance, than it's safe to assume that the demon controlling this is the right hand of Lillith."Castiel said, with much hatred.
The boys just stood there, aloof.
"You need to destroy him." Castiel stated rather than asked.
"..Us? what about you?" Sam asked "I need to stay and watch over abbi." He said obviously not willing to fight over it.
"O-kay.." Dean said noticing how possessive Cas was being.
"So where do we find him?" Sam asked turning the topic back into play.
"He hides in the shadows, cloaked." He replied.
Looking up at them he said "Check the forest nearby"
Without replying the boys grabbed thier supplies and headed to the door.
Dean looked back and in all seriousness said "If anything happens to her"
"I'll protect her." Castiel said sternly, his eyes slightly glowing.
Dean left the motel.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Castiel closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was inside Abbi's room.
Turning to face her bed, his eyes rested on her laying down. Asleep.
She looks peaceful He thought wondering if she really was in distress.
But knowing demons and the filth from hell, they have surely covered thier tracks.
Walking over to her bedside he sat down, and turned to place his hand over hers.
Another flash, but more intense this time.
It was definately coming from her.
Castiel looked around the room as if trying to find another answer. Looking back at Abbi sleeping, he realised he had no choice.
Slowely he positioned himself so he was laying beside her. Raising his right hand and placing it on her cheek.
Looking at her one more time, he closed his eyes and fell out of consiousness.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Instantly he re opened his eyes to find himself alone on the bed. He got to his feet and inched towards the door.
The main part of the motel room looked the same, but Abbi was nowhere in sight.
"Abbi?" He called He glanced at the bathroom when he heard a shuffling sound.
Now he took full steps towards the bathroom.
Before he could push the door open though, it flew open. Castiel felt a force push him backwards to the ground.
He lay there with his eyes wide.
"CASTIEL!" Abbi cried and rushed to his side Assessing the damage she had caused with a .44, which she threw to the ground now.
She glanced at his face, which was still.
"Castiel?!" she said, touching his face.
He turned his face to look at her.
"Pain." He simply said.
"Well yeah, I shot you!" she cried Helping him to a sitting position, He said"Angels aren't supposed to fe"
He paused "Dante." He said with spite in his voice, staring at nothing particular.
"What? Okay you're not making any sense. I think you're delusional." She spat out.
He looked at her and she could actually see the fear in his eyes.
Lost in his eyes for a moment, she quickly snapped out of it.
"C'mon." She said helping him to his feet.
"If-for some reason you can feel pain, I might as well clean it up-" He looked at her curiously.
"-the wound, I mean." she said.
Castiel could walk if you hadn't seen the blood on his coat, you wouldn't be able to tell he'd even been shot just moments ago.
Sitting down on a chair, Castiel started removing his jacket.
"Take your shirt off..." Abbi called over her shoulder, going to look for supplies.

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